Looking Glass House

                                         By Jeff Baker                       

            The two men in tuxedos stood kissing beside the big window.

“Look! I can see myself!”

            “Quit talking like an old commercial and kiss me!”

            “Hey, when are we going to tell your parents?”

            He looked through the window for a moment. “Never,” he said. “They’re shelling out big bucks for this wedding, more than they spent when my sister got hitched.”

            “So shouldn’t we tell them that,” he lowered his voice, “that we got married at the courthouse three months ago?”

            “A little late for that. They just sprang this on us, remember?”

            “Yeah, I know!” He grinned. “We’d better get inside.”

            “In a minute,” he said. “I want to finish this first.”

            The two men in tuxedos stood kissing beside the big window.

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